My Ex Still Loves Me Novels & Stories

"I really had no idea, Winona! It was that madwoman who misled me! I'm begging you—please ask Joshua to spare me for the sake of all the years we've been together!" I took a half step back to avoid his filthy hand, while Joshua stepped in at just the right moment, bringing his leather shoe down onto Robert's hand as he tried to crawl closer. Upon looking at the pathetic state Robert was in now, I couldn't even remember what I had ever loved about him, though that didn't matter anymore.

I could only imagine that after watching me leave, knowing he was the reason, he’d tormented himself for years. The fact that he hadn’t been with anyone serious in all that time showed how his love life had been frozen, just like mine. We were waiting for someone to come and erase the longing, to make us think of a future instead of mourning the past. But those people would never come because it was us. We loved each other more than anything else around us. What we felt was bigger than all the pain and sadness we’d been through. “I don’t know how we can make this work, but we can,” I said, determined.

She heard him take a few steps forward, and felt him lingering behind her. “Is that really the only way to fix things between us?” A beat of silence, then he added, “I love you. I really do. I know it's late and you probably feel disgusted hearing this, especially coming from me, but…can't that be reason enough to fix things between us?” Bellatrix's fingers twitched at her side and that suffocating feeling returned to her chest. Inhaling silently, she turned to face him one last time.

That night, he chose to stay at his parents’ house because he missed them, and because he was happy. “Are you really serious about her again, El? I know how much you loved her before, so much that you almost went crazy when you broke up. But now, are you sure your feelings and intentions aren’t just because you want revenge? I don’t want that, El.” Joya spoke while gently stroking El’s hair, occasionally running her fingers through it like she used to. Langit closed his eyes as he listened, but his eyelids flew open the moment he heard her last words.

Then she rolled to her side of the bed. “We'll be leaving for work soon, Adrian” he nodded as he trailed kisses down her thighs, making her laugh and digging her fingers into his hair. “Are you sure you actually love me?” He stared at her quickly and she stared deep into his eyes that had once held emotions but now's just empty…overshadowed by the silly act he plays. She knew it was fake but if she didn't know who she was married to, she'd believe his lies. He sighed and climbed above her, his hair dropping down his face, his blue eyes piercing hers “I do love you sweetie, more than the air I breathe”

She quickly entered Zach’s number and switched it off again, as if she already knew what I needed. If you’re crying over like this, it shows you haven’t moved on, even though he’s already your ex-husband. You still love him, Ele,” Clara said. I chuckled weakly, and more tears rolled down my cheeks, because Clara was right in every way. I had only been denying the feeling instead of talking about it. Clara reached for my hand and squeezed it lightly, trying to comfort me. “It’ is not a bad thing to still be in love with your ex-husband, because when you have truly loved someone, it takes a long time to fully move on. Most of the time, you would feel like a mess, and that is okay,” Clara said

Gabriel breathed exasperatedly. Gil was a statue. He couldn't move; he couldn't breathe. Something was swirling in him, making him bigger and bigger till he wanted to burst. Gabriel turned to leave and then Gil snapped. " All right go end another life to get what you want. But it wouldn't stop the fact that she can and would never fall in love with you." Gil laughed goadedly, " Do you want to know why friend? She's still in love with her ex-husband. They've been married for eleven years. Do you think it is easy to stop loving someone after being together for that long? Cut her some slack—"

“Why? Do you still love him? Did you weep over him?” Love? No. I didn’t love my ex-husband any more, but seeing him there took me back down memory lane. I don’t believe its ever possible to stop caring for someone you once loved. You see them in pain tomorrow and it is muscle memory to just…care. What matters is whether or not you act on it, and I sure as hell won’t. Feeling hot everywhere under the weight of his stare, I stare at my broken fork. “You were with me last night.”

"Usually, people say that they are obsessed because they think they love you. Is it so important for you to be loved?" “By you, yes." I looked at her then I stared at the street again. "Your ex seems obsessed with you. She may still love you. Just saying. You can have someone who loves you." "I already have someone who loves me and she will remember it soon." "What if I never remember?" "You will, you have no choice." "I have no choice! Yeah, keep ordering." She scoffed. Finally, we were safe inside my territory and she locked herself in our room. Only she could kick me out of the room and make me sleep on my office sofa.

“Why are you here now, after all this time?” “Because I couldn’t live without you,” Alexander said, his voice raw. “I thought I could. I thought I could bury the pain with work, with distractions, but it only made the emptiness worse. I love you, Ava. I’ve always loved you, even when I was too blind to see it.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. “Love isn’t enough, Alexander,” she said softly. “Not after everything.”